Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.